She's really stricken by that bronze-skinned idol
with his dubious smile and a promise of revival
He strikes a pose
a perfect note
Hands her a rose
and another quote from his Bible

(Surf's down) Here's an artificial wave by the Astroturf
(Surf's down) If the water's flat, he'll pay for surf
(Surf's down) By inflatable palm trees on the shifting sand
(Surf's down) She plays beach blanket bingo with her plastic man
He'll pay for surf

She likes the feel of that lukewarm water
and the guy seems concerned like a heavenly father
Lends her a hand
'cause he's the man
With the tanning bed tan
and lambs to the slaughter

It's a happy ever after little vignette
He says "Baby, let's sail into the sunset"
But you don't get far
on a chlorine sea
Now she's back home
and he's history (just another reject)

(Surf's down) Here's an artificial wave by the Astroturf
(Surf's down) If the water was flat he paid for surf
(Surf's down) By inflatable palm trees on the shifting sand
(Surf's down) She played beach blanket bingo with her plastic man
Now she prays for surf

She prays for surf
Now she prays for surf